Harry/Draco ficlet challenge
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
2,321
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Pumpkin
11 Pumpkin
Pairing: H/D hints
Rated: G-PG
Words: 189
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
“So glad yeh came, Harry,” said Hagrid, opening the door to his hut.
“No problem,” said Harry. “So, what am I helping you with exactly?”
Hagrid motioned for Harry to follow him out the back door. When Harry stepped out, he couldn’t help noticing that Hagrid had another giant pumpkin patch.
“I jus’ can’t decide on which pumpkin ter choose from,” Hagrid explained. “It’s fer the Halloween party.”
Harry walked between rows of large pumpkins. He could understand why Hagrid was having troubles picking; they all looked good.
Moments later, Harry thought he found the perfect pumpkin that Hagrid could use. As he turned to inspect the other side of it, his eyes widened. There, carved into the side, were the words: DM loves HP.
“Didja find one, Harry?” Hagrid poked his head round.
Harry turned quickly to block the inscription. “Uh, no! I mean, I thought I did, but this one… um; it has a bruise on it. Yeah, that’s it.”
“Cor blimey, I thought I checked ‘em all. Ah, well.”
After Hagrid lumbered off, Harry let out a sigh of relief and vowed to confront this ‘DM’.
Pairing: H/D hints
Rated: G-PG
Words: 189
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
“So glad yeh came, Harry,” said Hagrid, opening the door to his hut.
“No problem,” said Harry. “So, what am I helping you with exactly?”
Hagrid motioned for Harry to follow him out the back door. When Harry stepped out, he couldn’t help noticing that Hagrid had another giant pumpkin patch.
“I jus’ can’t decide on which pumpkin ter choose from,” Hagrid explained. “It’s fer the Halloween party.”
Harry walked between rows of large pumpkins. He could understand why Hagrid was having troubles picking; they all looked good.
Moments later, Harry thought he found the perfect pumpkin that Hagrid could use. As he turned to inspect the other side of it, his eyes widened. There, carved into the side, were the words: DM loves HP.
“Didja find one, Harry?” Hagrid poked his head round.
Harry turned quickly to block the inscription. “Uh, no! I mean, I thought I did, but this one… um; it has a bruise on it. Yeah, that’s it.”
“Cor blimey, I thought I checked ‘em all. Ah, well.”
After Hagrid lumbered off, Harry let out a sigh of relief and vowed to confront this ‘DM’.